john tiong chunghoo Poems

fifa world cup - this month
where eyes will grovel
all over Brazilian fields
twisting and turning
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the sun
is generous
as dad
in his love
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grandma died a few years back
yet this feeling of not letting go
- that epoch in my life that will not return
forever remembered
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Eleuthera Bahamas
the guide warns about a heaven
that can become hell
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somewhere in my frame
a black box that clocks
my every heartbeat
every wink of the eyes
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Mona Lisa
the teacher teaches the girls
how to smile
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humans think
they are of
a higher realm
when the trees
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That time of year
thou mayst in me
behold
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valentine
pale little rose
is three times its price
this love will not change
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from afar i see the waves
myriad lines of luminous white
galloping as if on a mission to conquer
propelling successive waves
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